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Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the
gold
Used to hang and brush their read more
Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the
gold
Used to hang and brush their bosoms?
Beware of her fair hair, for she excels
All women in the magic of her locks;
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Beware of her fair hair, for she excels
All women in the magic of her locks;
And when she winds them round a young man's neck,
She will not ever set him free again.
One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.
One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.
And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair
Has led and turned me by a single hair.
And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair
Has led and turned me by a single hair.
The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs
The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs
Tresses, that wear
Jewels, but to declare
How much themselves more precious are.
Tresses, that wear
Jewels, but to declare
How much themselves more precious are.
His head,
Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er,
Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth,
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His head,
Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er,
Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth,
But strong for service still, and unimpair'd.
It was brown with a golden gloss, Janette,
It was finer than silk of the floss, my pet;
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It was brown with a golden gloss, Janette,
It was finer than silk of the floss, my pet;
'Twas a beautiful mist falling down to your wrist,
'Twas a thing to be braided, and jewelled, and kissed--
'Twas the loveliest hair in the world, my pet.
